#rise of spring au

[dontvap0rdawave]

A fine, well dressed, gentleman

[darrowsrising]

Darrow going on for three books about how Virginia is the spring to his winter, that she is the light that illuminates his dark life, the only warmth in this cold, cold world.

Only for her to go on in the subsequent books about how caring and good he is as a person, even more so than she is and how inspired she is by his kindness. Only for her to accept no disrespect, defamation or betrayal against him, ESPECIALLY from the people who are supposed to love him.

[trayy22]

MORE AU ART!!

the turtles they are based off of look nothing like them because i put my own spin on most of them so just keep that in mind

the human is Casey and the yellow turtle is my friend’s oc Mamoru!!

[maraariana01]

WOAG DRAGONS RAHHHH

i rlly wanted to doodle something real quick in honor of finally finishing my Spring Bonnie and Oswald fandregs!!! they mean the world to me <3 look at them,,,

[m0thrie]

doodle dump from this week

1st one if from my old Unspoken AU, where Eckhart started, and then his old concept design after it. 3rd and 4th are a secret oc and the last two r doodles from the last drawing

[sapphosclown]

Heartstopper AU is alive! Please enjoy the first chapter :)

After being outed her sophomore year of highschool, Lydia has hope junior year will be better. She soon finds out she was seated next to the school trouble maker Cynthia Zdunowski and she wonders if maybe her hopes will actually come true or if she's destined to a life of delusion.

[annaofthenorthernlights]

@fluffbruary

Day 10 - Spring

[rosesinbloom7love]

RaruFumi Prompt

Gods & Goddesses Au + Hades & Persephone Au 

(A little prompt i’ve been sitting on for like 2 or 3 years now and finally decided to post it for ya’ll. inspired by the myth of hades and persephone, but with my own little twists added to make the story stand out. Buckle up ya’ll this gonna be a long one. hope you enjoy!)

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Long ago in the early days of humanity, the earth was ruled by darkness and chaos. Humans had to fight for survival and lived in constant fear of being attacked by demons and other monsters.

Many humans prayed to the gods for any kind of help to vanquish these dark forces, but their prayers were left unheard as the gods simply ignored the pitiful mortal in favor watching from their realm above the clouds.

This caused all of humankind to stop worshiping the gods as they felt the gods had forsaken them to their cruel fates. This, of course, enraged the gods, who retaliated on the humans by unleashing several calamities on them for daring to go against their creators.

Mankind spent the next few centuries faced with a variety of catastropes such as floods, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, famines, and even plagues.

However, when humanity was nearly brought to the brink of extinction, a new faction of gods started to emerge and gradually began amassing a following of worshippers.

At the helm of this new group of gods and goddesses is The God of the Skys. As the leader of the new gods, the Sky God led the charge against the old gods in order to take their place as rulers of the earth.

It was a long and grueling battle, but in the end the new gods triumphed over the old ones and the few remaining old gods were banished to the lowest depths of the Underworld.

The new gods then set off to fix the world.

They waged war against the demon clan led by the evil demon lord and eventually drove them to the darkest corners of the earth.

The gods then went about restoring the earth to its former glory with an abundance of lush greenery and animals roaming around. 

Certain gods then went on to teach humans a better means of survival such as learning to farm and crafting better weapons for hunting.

Grateful for the gods improvements of their way of life, humans worshiped these new gods more than they ever did with the old gods.

Temples and statues of the old gods were torn down or destroyed and replaced with ones of the new gods. Yearly festivals were held in honor of the gods and people would leave offerings of fruits, meats and precious metals and jewels, while praying.

The most worshiped god of the pantheon was undoubtedly, The God of the Skies. After defeating the old god as well as the demon clan, the sky god received the title of King of the Gods by both mortals and gods alike.

Soon after acquiring the title, the Sky God decided to take a wife and chose the four most powerful goddesses to be his spouses.

These four goddesses were the gods of the four elements and each had control over a specific element.

The first goddess had dominion over the element of Fire. Her flames were bestowed upon humanity as a gift to warm them during the cold nights. She was an alluring beauty, who fury could ignite a raging wildfire that could destroy everything in its path.

The second goddess had dominion over the element of Wind. Her winds were used to carry people across great distances. A soft beauty, whose presence could calm anyone. However, she was said to be quite capricious and her moods would change as often as her winds do.

The third goddess had dominion over the element of Water. Her rains healed the world below and breathed life into it. An elegant goddess known for being as tranquil as a flowing river, but could also be as fearsome as the crashing waves of the ocean.

The fourth and final goddess had dominion over the element of Earth. Known as the Mother of Life, this goddess had control over any and all plant life. She is the head of the elemental goddesses and one of the most powerful gods second only to her husband, The God of the Skies.

She is also the most beloved of the Sky God’s wives. She had a very gentle and nurturing disposition and cared deeply for those she held dear.

These four goddesses were often worshiped alongside the God of the Skies, but were also worshiped separately as powerful gods in their own right.

Upon becoming the Sky God’s wives, they were bestowed the title of, The Four Queens of Nature. 

In the years following, each goddess fell pregnant with the offspring of the Sky God and later each bore a child. A son.

The Fire Goddess bore a son with hair as yellow as wheat and eyes as red as a raging fire. He was given the name Motoyasu by the goddess.

The Wind Goddess bore a son with hair as brown as the desert sands and eyes that shimmered like gold. He was given the name Itsuki by the goddess.

The Water Goddess bore a son with hair as dark as the night sky and eyes as blue as the deep ocean. He was given the name Ren by the goddess.

Finally, the Earth Goddess bore a son with hair as black as the wings of a raven and eyes green as sparkling emeralds. He was given the name Naofumi by the goddess.

Both the mortal and god realms celebrated the birth of these for new gods and bestowed them with the title of, The Four Princes of The Seasons, as each son had received an aspect of their mothers’s powers as well as their father’s.

Motoyasu became the God of Summer, bringing forth hot, sunny days where humans spent most of their time outside in the lengthened daylight.

Itsuki became the God of Autumn, bringing forth cool, windy days where humans spent their time gathering their harvest from months prior.

Ren became the God of Winter, bringing forth cold, snowy days where humans spent their time inside admiring the beautiful white snow and awaiting the return of warmer days.

Lastly, Naofumi became the God of Spring, bringing forth warm, rainy days where humans spent their time planting fruits and vegetables while admiring the beauty of the flower and other plants.

Out of the four gods, Naofumi was undoubtedly the most worshiped by humans. As the son of the Goddess of Earth, Naofumi inherited his mother's ability to control all plant life and humans would pray to him for a good harvest that year.

Naofumi also inherited his mother’s beauty and nurturing nature, having a love for both plants, animals and humans.

Humans and gods alike marveled at the Spring God’s beauty and when he finally came of age, many gods petitioned for his hand in marriage, but were all turned away by his mother, the Goddess of Earth.

Naofumi’s mother cared for him deeply and was very protective of him. She knew that all those gods were only after Naofumi for his beauty and she wasn’t going to allow her son to be treated as some common bedwarmer!

So, Naofumi often spent his days with his mother in their private meadow, occasionally being visited by his brothers or aunts.

However, despite Naofumi being a widely beloved god, there was one person that hated him. A god that absolutely despised the Spring God with every ounce of their immortal being.

The Goddess of Beauty and Wealth, Myne.

Myne was a goddess famed for her stunning beauty as well as her vain and haughty personality. Myne had countless gods vining for her attention and showering her with gifts to try and win her hand in marriage.

However, the only god Myne thought was worthy of her was the king of the gods himself, The God of the Skies.

Myne believes she should have been the wife of the Sky God and queen of the gods as she was by far, the most beautiful of all the goddesses. Yet the Sky God chose the four elemental goddesses as his wives and didn’t even consider her.

This enraged the Goddess of Beauty, who grew to despise the four goddesses with a particular hatred for the Goddess of Earth as she was the most loved by the Sky God.

Her distaste for the Earth Goddess only grew upon the birth of her son, Naofumi.

Suddenly, Myne’s numerous suitors that constantly fought for her hand, started ditching her in favor of chasing after the Naofumi. 

Now, that was already enough for the Beauty Goddess to loath the Spring God, but what truly tipped Myne over the edge was when humans and even some gods began to whisper of how Naofumi was so beautiful that even the Goddess of Beauty himself could not compare!

This caused the goddess to finally snap and she began to devise a plan to get rid of the Spring God and his mother.

One day, Myne descends down to the human realm in disguise and travels to the darkness parts of the world, where all demons reside. 

There she reveals herself as a goddess and demands to meet with the demon lord. Once taken to the demonic leader, Myne offers the demon a deal.

She explained her hatred for the Goddess of Earth and the God of Spring and her wish to be rid of them, but she needs the demon lord’s help. Myne then explains her plan.

Every year towards the end of winter, the Earth Goddess and Spring God descend down from the heavens to begin their yearly trek through the mortal realm to melt all the snow and ice of winter and make way for spring.

Myne’s plan is to have the mother and son pair be ambushed by the demons during their journey. Myne will give the demons a special poison that temporarily turns gods mortal thus rendering them powerless.

All the demons need to do is get some of the poison on the two gods leaving them completely powerless and giving the demons the perfect opportunity to kill the two.

When the demon lord asks what exactly he gets out of this deal, Myne suggests that the demon lord kidnaps the Spring God and makes him his bride stating that having such a powerful god as a spouse would yield strong heirs.

Myne truly doesn’t care as long as both Naofumi and his mother are out of her sight. After thinking it over, the demon lord agrees and Myne leaves happily awaiting news of the two gods deaths.

Fast forward a few months and it’s the end of winter, Naofumi and his mother descend down to earth and begin their trek through the human realm.

However, their travels are quickly interrupted when the two gods are suddenly attacked by demons. 

At first, the mother and son duo easily fended off the demons, but things quickly took a turn for the worse when one of the demons suddenly threw a strange powder on them.

Naofumi immediately felt something was off as his legs started to give out on him and he felt significantly weaker than before. Naofumi looked over to his mother to she was in the same state as him.

However, before Naofumi could do anything to help, his mother yelled at him to run. Naofumi wanted to argue, but the look on his mother’s face told him now wasn’t the time. 

So, he did as his mother ordered and ran.

As Naofumi ran through the snowy forest, he could hear a few of the demons chasing after him. Naofumi ran as fast as his weakened and tired legs could take him, until he tripped on a loose tree root and fell into the denser part of the forest below.

Naofumi slowly picks himself up and continues on running until he can no longer hear the demons chasing after him. By this point, Naofumi is completely exhausted and is fighting to stay awake, his eyesight going in and out of focus.

However, through his blurred vision, Naofumi notices the figure of a cloaked man in the distance. The man seemed to be saying to him, but Naofumi couldn’t hear what he was saying.

The last thing Naofumi saw before blacking out was the image of the cloaked man rushing towards him. 

When Naofumi awakes hours later, he was no longer in the snowy forest. Instead, Naofumi found himself laying on top of an enormous bed with soft black silk sheets.

Naofumi was also shocked to find that the white gods robes he had been wearing had been replaced with a long, black tunic that reached just past his knees.

Naofumi scanned his current surroundings and noticed he was in someone else’s bedroom. The room itself was dim with black painted on every wall, which made it hard for Naofumi to see as he was used to brightly, lit spaces.

Luckily, the room was illuminated by giant, glowing crystals that were attached to the ceiling that lit up the room allowing Naofumi to see.

Just then, the door to the room opened and the cloaked figure from before entered.

Naofumi readied himself for a fight, but the cloaked man quickly disarmed him by stating his intentions not to hurt Naofumi.

The cloaked man then took off his black cloak to reveal a handsome man with dark, crimson red hair and eyes. He was wearing long, black robes that reached his ankles and was held up by a single loose strap over his right shoulder.

 The robes did nothing to hide the man’s well-toned, muscular body. Strong, tan arms and chest were on full display.

Naofumi forced himself not to stare at the man and asked who the man was. the man introduces himself as L’arc, The God of Death and Ruler of the Underworld.

This shocks Naofumi. He’s heard a few things about the Death God from passing gods and mortals, most of which was negative, but he never pictured the god to be so handsome and kind, at least seemingly.

Naofumi explains who he is and everything that has happened to him. L’arc is shocked by this information and explains there’s only one kind of poison that works on gods.

After L’arc explained what the powder was and what it does, Naofumi was left horrified and outraged. 

Mortals can’t enter the realm of gods and since Naofumi was now a mortal, at least temporarily, he cannot return and inform his father what had happened.

To make matters worse, Naofumi knew that if he tried to return to the surface, he’d inevitably get caught by those demons again. Naofumi wanted to go find his mother, but in his current state, he was as good as dead.

Naofumi asked L’arc how long the effect of the poison lasts, but the Death God just shrugged and said he wasn’t sure. It could last anywhere from a few days to a few months, maybe even a year, it all depends on how powerful the god is.

L’arc then offers to send out some high level spirits to search for his mother and in the mean time the Spring God could stay down in the underworld until his powers return.

Naofumi is hesitant at first, but seeing no other option agrees.

For the next few months, Naofumi spent his days in the underworld waiting for his powers to return.

Naofumi spent most of his time with L’arc, who he found to be surprisingly good company. The god was quite charming and funny, very different from the rumors Naofumi has heard about him.

Over the course of their time together, the two gods slowly began to fall for one another. It started with simple lingering looks and touches, before eventually devolving into the two spending night after night in the other’s embrace.

Sadly, their time together had to come to an end. Naofumi’s powers eventually recover and he had to return to the surface.

This, of course, saddened the two gods, but they knew Naofumi couldn’t stay in the Underworld forever as he had duties to uphold. However, before he left, L’arc handed the Spring God six pomegranate seeds as a sort of gift.

Naofumi then left the Underworld.

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Upon making it back to the surface, Naofumi immediately set out in search of his mother.

While, traversing the still cold and barren land, Naofumi is spotted by another god, who immediately called out to the Spring god.

The god was Therese, The Goddess of Magic and Jewels.

The goddess was both relieved and surprised to see the Spring God.

Apparently, after naofumi’s mother had told him to run, she tried to fend off the remaining demons. Despite being in a weakened state, the goddess still retained a bit of her god-like strength as Naofumi had been the one to inhale most of the poison after jumping in front of his mother to try and protect her. Sadly, it didn’t last long.

Luckily, some local snow spirits happened to be nearby and after immediately recognizing the Earth Goddess, stepped in to drive off the demons.

The snow spirits then took the weakened goddess to their home in a secret cave, where the demons would not find them. There the snow spirits look after the Earth Goddess until the poison wears off.

In the meantime, the snow spirits enlisted the help of other winter spirits to look for Naofumi. However, when they couldn’t, they returned to inform the goddess.

When the Earth Goddess’s powers finally returned a few days later, she tore off in a panic frantically searching for her missing son. When she couldn’t find him anywhere in the mortal realm, she fell into absolute despair.

The Goddess then took refuge in one of her and Naofumi’s main temples, where she still currently resides.

Eventually, word of situation in the mortal realm as well as Naofumi’s disappearance reached the heavenly realm of the Gods. In response, the God of the Skies sent out several gods to search for the missing Spring God. He also sent a few gods to try and persuade the Earth Goddess to leave her temple as without her or Naofumi to bring forth Spring, the harsh winter will continue to rage on. With every passing day it is becoming more and more dire in the mortal realm.

However, none of the gods could find any sign of where the Spring God may be, nor, could they convince the Earth Goddess to leave her temple. The Sky God was close to giving up, until a wind spirit suddenly came forwards.

The Wind spirit explains that one day while flying through the air, they notice two figures below. One had messy, black hair and was wearing a green robe. The other had crimson hair and was wearing a long black robe and cloak.

The man in the black cloak was carrying the other, who seemed to be unconscious, in his arms. The cloaked man then used some kind of magic to crack open the earth to reveal black portal. The man then stepped into the portal and disappeared along with the young man.

Anger began to fill the Sky God. There was only one being among them that matched the cloaked man’s description.

The God of Death.

‘The God of Death has kidnapped the God of Spring...’, The sentence was whispered quietly amongst the gods, before being quickly shushed, but it was too late.

The God of the Sky had heard and flew into a fury. He demanded the Death God to be dragged before him and punished. This, however, was not ab easy task.

You see, it is extremely difficult to enter or leave the Underworld without someone to guide you, otherwise you’re likely to be trapped there for the rest of eternity.

The only people that can move freely between the Underworld and the Mortal Realm is the God of Death Himself and any god he grants permission to.

Currently, the only gods that are allowed to enter and exit the Underworld whenever they please are the Goddess of Fate, Knowledge and Guider of Souls: Glass, the Goddess of Hunting, Travel and Messengers: Kizuna and the Goddess of Magic and Jewels: Therese.

Glass rarely leaves the Underworld as she spent most of her time guiding souls to the proper resting place. Kizuna spends a lot of time with Glass in the Underworld and is even considered a pseudo-guider of the dead. They may not even know what’s going on and reaching them would take a long time.

Luckily, Therese spends a vast majority of her days in the Mortal or Heaven Realm, so she’s easily reached.

The God of the Sky orders Therese to go to the Underworld and bring back the God of Death. Not wanting to anger the King of Gods any further, Therese agrees. That was about two days ago.

After Therese had finished explaining, Naofumi was left shocked and horrified. He couldn’t let the man who saved him be punished for something his didn’t do.

Naofumi knows that refusing an order for the King of the Gods could get both Therese and L’arc in trouble, so tells Therese to complete her task and bring L’arc to the Heaven Realm. Naofumi explained that he’ll be them both there to clear everything up.

First he needed to see his mother.

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L’arc was busy going over the reports that Glass had given him.

He missed Naofumi. As pathetic as it sounds, he missed having the raven haired god around. He knows it’s stupid considering he only knew the Spring God for a few months at best, but he can’t help it!

In that short amount of time, L’arc had fallen head over heels in love for the beautiful Spring God. Everything from his lovely emerald eyes to his snarky yet charming personality completely entranced the Death God.

While L’arc was lost in his own daydream, his office door suddenly swung open revealing his close friend Therese.

Before L’arc could even ask what brought the goddess to the underworld today, Therese tells L’arc that that he needs to go with her to the Heaven Realm immediately as ordered by the God of the Sky.

This immediately made L’arc worry as the Sky almost never calls upon the Death God unless it is something extremely urgent.

Knowing they probably don’t have time to explain everything, L’arc grabbed his cloak and set off to the Heaven Realm with Therese close behind him.

As soon as L’arc and Therese arrived in the Realm of Gods, L’arc quickly noticed the dirty looks he was being given by the other gods as they whisper quietly to themselves.

L’arc was then bought before the King of the Gods. The Sky God glared intensely at L’arc, before asking the Death God in a low, deep tone if he knew why he was summoned.

Of course, L’arc answered no, which only seemed to enrage the Sky God more.

That is when L’arc is told he was being accused of kidnapping the God of Spring. L’arc, of course, denied this claim, but the Sky God countered by saying there was an eye witness that saw him carrying an unconscious Naofumi, before disappearing.

Just as L’arc was about to explain, who should arrive, but the Spring God himself.

Naofumi steps forward to defend L’arc and clear this misunderstanding. Naofumi explained everything from him and his mother being attacked by demons and poisoned, to him being chased by said demons and backing out, to L’arc rescuing him and allowing him to stay in the Underworld until he was recovered.

After the God of Spring finished explaining, the Sky God was left speechless. Once the god regained his composure, he thanked the Death God for saving his son. For his actions, the Sky God offered L’arc a reward of any one thing his desired most.

When L’arc asked if he could truly ask for anything, the Sky God nodded in agreement.

L’arc then said something that shocked every god watching him.

“I humbly ask for the God of Spring’s hand in marriage.”, The room fell silent as every god present stared in shock, before erupting into a mass chaos of shouts and murmurs.

“Shameless!”

“Has he gone mad!?”

“Arrogant fool!”

“Disgusting lecher!”

“How dare-!”

Despite the insults hurled at him, L’arc didn’t seemed phased in the slightest. Instead, the death god turned and walked towards Naofumi, until he was standing right in front of the Spring God.

L’arc then took Naofumi’s hands into his own and then bent down on one knee.

“Lord Naofumi of Spring, I know I am not worthy of you, but from the moment I laid eyes on you I knew you were the one for me. I know we’ve only known each other for a short period of time, but I can’t image a life without you by my side. So...Would you consider marrying me?”

Naofumi was left speechless. Over the centuries, He has had many gods and goddesses proclaim their love for him, but, none have been so sincere and genuine as L’arc. It made Naofumi’s cheeks warm and flowers bloom on his head.

Naofumi would have said yes right then and there, had his mother not intervened.

The Goddess of Earth was wholly against the two’s union, stating that if Naofumi were to marry L’arc he’d be forced to spend the rest of eternity in the Underworld with the Death God.

The Earth Goddess simply couldn’t handle the thought of never seeing her son again, when she just got him back after nearly losing him already.

The Sky God understood his wife’s fears and reluctance to give up their son, but as King of the Gods, he must uphold his promises.

So, the Sky God offered L’arc a deal. 

He’ll allow the Death God to marry Naofumi, but he’ll only be allowed to spend roughly half the year in the Underworld. From the beginning of Autumn to the end of Winter, the Spring God shall reside in the Underworld. While, from the beginning of Spring to the end of Summer, he shall reside in the Mortal Realm with his mother.

The Sky God thought this was a fair compromise and nether L’arc not Naofumi had any issue with the conditions. After a few moments and a bit of pleading from the Spring God, the Goddess of Earth reluctantly agreed.

L’arc was overjoyed and a month later, he and Naofumi held their wedding.

Instead of his normal short-sleeve, knee-length, spring green tunic-like robe, Naofumi was dressed in elegant, ankle-length, robes made of the best materials in the Underworld. The robes had long, open sleeves and were a black onyx color with shimmering, specks of sliver scattered all over the fabric and gold aligning the hems.

Atop his head, replacing the circlet of flowers and vines, was a regal crown made of black obsidian with sparkling quartz gems adorning it.

The wedding was a lavish affair and by the end of it, there wasn’t a god or mortal that didn’t know that Naofumi was now L’arc’s and the Spring God could not be happier about it.

Sometime after, a few gods and spirits were ordered to locate the demons that had attacked Naofumi and his mother, after all they still didn’t know how those demon got their filthy hands on such a dangerous poison. Those disgusting monsters also needed to be punished for daring to cause harm to one of the Sky God’s wives and sons.

Once the demons were found and captured, it didn’t take long for them to confess to everything. From being approached by the goddess Myne, to her deal with the demon king of killing the Earth Goddess and kidnapping the Spring God to be the demon king’s mate.

Of course, the Sky God was seething at the information and had the goddess dragged before him. 

Myne attempted to deny any involvement in the attack and even tried to shift the blame all on the demons, but the Sky God wouldn’t hear it.

So as punishment for treason, Myne was stripped of goddess status and was cursed to take the form of an old and ugly crone, before being cast out of the Heaven Realm never allowed to return again.

Naofumi was delighted upon hearing the news of the former Goddess of Beauty and Wealth’s banishment. He never really liked her anyway, so the idea of never seeing the bitchy goddess ever again, made the Spring God jump with joy.

Of course, Naofumi was no longer just the Spring God.

Now, he was the God of Spring and King of the Dead, along with his beloved husband.

And so ends the tale of the God of Death & the God of Spring.

[honey-rye]

Yuletide with the Hamatos

[starligthjack]

Jack frost is a fae and Always had been.

How could anyone not perceive before? The boy's hair that always is glittering just like new fallen snow, his eyes that shines just like moon fairy dust, his skinny body prepared to the most dangerous flies.

Jack wings were teared apart, Separated of his body and exposed in a pirate's treasure room, he wasn't the same, how could he be? He didn't understand at the time how humans could be this cruel?

He waited, Lying on the dirty floor of the ship, Trying to gather the strength to leave but was in vain, He couldn't move, he couldn't move after so much crying, He was so tired, So tired that he closed his eyes.

Sure Jack heard angered screams on the upper floor, Tried to open his eyes, but they won't obey him anymore, something walked in, His vision was blurred, He tried to pull away and managed to move a few centimeters, closed his eyes again.

"oh jack, what did they done to you?" They speaker quietly, He recognized the voice, Peter, He hugged jack who couldn't hold himself anymore, Tears that he didn't remember were in his eyes started streaming down his face while he tries without success stop them.

The wind, recognizing the pain and grief of the little fae, began to carry him wherever he went, but even the wind knew that they would never be able to erase the numbness that Jack lack of wings would make the fae feel, the wind endured his sadness on snowflakes, his grief in a angrier and powerful blizzard,

(...)

He had to stay away from Neverland, Jack could even look at the sea or have fun again, every single glance at the small faeries that tried to help him just fueled his sadness and grief

His head started to spin, his vision blurred just like that day, he had to leave , Jack had to leave now, So he did.

Jack couldn't see where he was going, neither he knew or cared enough, wind carried him switch speed and warm of a mom rescuing it's child and comforting him in it's arms

He didn't knew at the time, just like a killer blizzard no one would forget that Easter

(...)

The children started to imagine jack frost again, changing completely the perception, no he wasn't a frost giant anymore and how could he be a fairy? fairies have wings, Jack frost didn't.

Jamie once asked the guardians about it, And had to pretend not to notice the pain that showed in the spirit's shining blue eyes.

Maybe if he didn't he could have perceived the glimmer of tears when jack looked around messing with a new toy

(...)

After pitch defeat the unclear Man in the Moon said he could make a wish of his choice, every guardian did make a wish once, Tooth desired a place for herself and her little faeries, Aster wished the warrant, North the yetis and elfs, And even Sandy once desired something.

It could be anything, they say.

Jack voice creaked while he did the question "you could... I can have mine wings again?" He couldn't believe, but maybe he should, Just like Peter always said.

Man in the moon stayed quiet while jack in defeated looked at the moon shine, Waiting between the moon silence like if he just needed to think of the matter, A minute, two, three, so he said no.

No

How could he be so dumb? How could he believe that it would happen after all? Jack was a fool.

So He heard the man in the moon again "i can't bring your wings back, but surely i could help you grow another pair" jack seemed lost, finally noticing tears that started to fall at a good time ago.

He let himself sob this time

[yell0wrabb1t]

Nah cus yall don't understand my brain, Henry would cry at the sight of the glamrock animatronics (and the daycare attendant), not because of fazbear ent. Not letting the past die (well maybe afterwards he would cry about that) but because of them being a real technological wonder, even if i think that in fnaf's earth technology was always a bit more advanced than ours Henry died in a time where despite the technological advancements TRUE artificial intelligence still did not exist, and look even if William was more talented when it came to it, Henry lived and breathed robotics and engineering, it was his passion and all of his creations were his pride and joy, and I imagine seeing that somehow his own creations lead to the creation of true AI, well I think he would spend more than a few minutes being overcome with emotions because of this.

And this I were I propose a time travel fic where Henry after trying to kill himself at the end of Pizzeria Simulator, ends up some time before SB, he stops the mimic before shit can really hit the fan, but shit is still fucked so he tries to fix everything that's shit while also still grappling with the whole "I should be dead, but I am not" thing, of course he helps out Vanessa and possibly Gregory too (while also feeling completely incompetent because *gestures vaguely at Charlie and all of the Afton kids and the other kids*), also he gets to be a grandpa to all SB animatronics/robots, it's funny to me.

[feua]

*taps mic* this thing on?

[darrowsrising]

Darrow 🤝 Virginia

Obssessed with the other's voice

[yueebby]

keep dreaming! – gojo satoru

synopsis. down bad? … it’s gojo satoru!

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo, he basically has a wet dream of you, you wear tinted lip balm, your first kiss w him (??), suguru plays devil’s advocate

notes. remember spring days!au but can be read alone. anyways, enjoy!! I am writing this while sick (yikes). also of course this wouldn’t be canon compliant if i had not included satoru and suguru’s dynamic! I tried my best to apply their interactions during the basketball match + while theyre leaving jujutsu tech as much as i can.

“satoru…” you murmur, looking up at him shyly. the two of you find yourselves alone in the classroom. a greedy smile plays on his lips, and you struggle to formulate words as your eyes travel from his cerulean ones to his lips. satoru can barely contain his excitement, the anticipation radiates from him like an electric charge.

“say it, [name]. tell me what you want.” he whispers back at you seductively, his eyes are spellbound onto yours. you whine before grabbing the collar of his uniform and pulling him onto you. your lips are soft, so soft. you were made for him, he’s sure, as your lips mold together. as a matter of fact, your lips are so soft that they feel eerily like his pillow–

"get up! we’re late to our mission!" suguru hits the top of satoru’s head with the spare pillow on his bed. the white haired boy immediately activates his innate technique to block his best friend’s attacks.

it was going to be a long day.

“it’s unlike you to wake up so late.” suguru’s hands pause over the shoji door of the classroom. his concern for gojo was more important than the imminent lecture they were going to receive from yaga for their tardiness. “plus you totally sucked today.”

their mission had taken an unexpected turn for the worse when the pair had found themselves stuck in an incomplete domain. the narrow escape was only possible as a result of suguru’s quick thinking with rainbow dragon.

the bandaid on satoru’s cheek is a silent testament to the mission gone wrong.

“i’ve just been tired.” satoru mumbles quietly, heat rising to his cheeks as the memory of the dream flashes in his mind. he was too deep in thought to counter his friend’s insult.

something was definitely wrong. suguru raises his eyebrows, “and it has nothing to do with the fact that i caught you making out with your pillow?”

“i– what?” the heat has spread from his cheeks to all over his face. he hopes his sunglasses cover the blush that was blossoming on his face. suguru lets out a breath of relief. satoru’s blush meant that the matter at hand was only trivial…

“don’t tell me you were dreaming of [name],” his best friend smiles knowingly. satoru groans. suguru definitely knew, he was just playing with him at this point.

their conversation is cut short when the doors slide open by themselves to reveal a certain brown haired girl with a distasteful look on her face.

“satoru is having wet dreams of [name]?” shoko remarks quietly, making sure her comment is only heard by the two males. “i would act surprised, but it’s not like you’re above it.”

“just who do you think i am?” satoru looks down at his friend.  

“a real pervert.” shoko simply replied before quickly making her way back to the desk next to yours. 

satoru’s eyes follow her and make their way onto you. like a fly making its way into a honey trap, he can’t seem to look anywhere else. too busy burning the image of you absorbed in your textbook, he absorbs every little detail from the way your soft lips slightly part to mouth the words of the book to the way your leg bounces underneath the table. were you using a new lip balm? there was a subtle shade difference from your usual choice. gojo makes a mental note to ask you for the exact brand for… personal reasons.

in his trance, satoru fails to notice yaga’s scolding. he had also failed to notice how suguru had already made his way into a desk.

“satoru since you seem so eager to continue standing, i assume you volunteer to solve this equation.” yaga angrily taps the blackboard with a worn out price of chalk. 

satoru stiffens up, not because of yaga’s wrath, but because your attention has shifted from the textbook to him. you blink up at him, the image dangerously similar to his dream. satoru gulps, eyes quickly flitting to the equation messily written on the board. 

at least math equations don’t make him feel like his heart is beating out of his chest.

it didn’t take a genius to notice how quiet satoru has been today. as if he were in his own world, you notice.

“i fear that i may have been giving satoru too much attention lately,” you mutter to your two other friends, mind running laps trying to recall all of the intimate moments you have spent with the white haired fiend— all of which could be characterized as highly inappropriate. 

“you always do,” suguru lazily rests his chin on the palm of his hand on the desk across from you. after yaga’s lecture, the seats had been rearranged appropriately so that the four of you could enjoy lunch together. “lay some of your love on us too.” he gestures his chopsticks to himself and shoko who were sitting side by side.

one could argue that the subtle smirk playing on suguru’s lips were a lot more dangerous than satoru’s. you’re afraid that suguru has started a game that will only end with your downfall.

the silver tongued boy seemed to catch satoru’s attention with his comment.

“ha– mad that you don’t pull? get your own girl,” satoru speaks up for the first time, glaring at his best friend through half lidded eyes from above his dark glasses. the half eaten melonpan in his hand was long forgotten.

“last i checked, [name] wasn’t your girl,” suguru places his chopsticks back down on his bento box. 

you could’ve sworn you saw an irk mark appear on the side of gojo’s face. 

shoko, who had been watching the scene unfold, sips on her juicebox silently. your eyes anxiously flit between the two boys.

“if you’re still mad about that mission, step outside. it’s not like i’m the one savin’ our asses every time.” satoru grits his teeth. 

the loud sound of suguru’s chair screeching on the wooden floor reverberates in the mostly empty room, “you and your uncouth mouth,” he accuses satoru.

shoko flees the scene. smart girl. 

you were about to follow her, but suguru holds out a hand for you to stop,

“i’m just about done anyway. please, don’t cut your meal early on my account,” he looks down at you and your full bento box. the black haired boy leaves no room for discussion when he turns his back to leave the classroom. 

when the shoji doors are slammed shut by suguru, your head whips to satoru who resumes eating his strawberry melonpan. 

“what was that? you’ve been acting strange, satoru– what happened on that mission?”

“don’ worry ‘bout it,” you barely make out the words coming out of his mouth that is full as he munches on the pink bread. 

you scoff, “you can’t just expect me to ignore the argument you just had with suguru. and that ugly bandaid on your face?” you point at the skin-colored bandage haphazardly placed on his face. upon further inspection, you also notice the growing eyebags on his face. it was truly peculiar to see any blemish on satoru’s perfect face.

he pouts, “are you calling me ugly?” satoru doesn't take pleasure in upsetting you, but the gradual way you leaned closer to him sparked an unexpected thrill within him.

“no, i’m worried about you. you’re being weird, satoru.” he was far from ugly.

as your back faces the window, the outside light casts an otherworldly glow around you.

“well, aren’t you an angel?” he tilts his head as he leans back in his seat, completely enamored.

“you never stop, do you? you’ve been completely out of it all day!” your scrutinizing gaze zeroes in on gojo who was mindlessly nodding with a dazed out smile on his face. “and judging by the way you’re all bandaged up, suguru was probably right! i mean you totally got roughed up. the great gojo satoru, wounded.” 

satoru blushes at your angry face. he’d say something indecent, but he fears that it would only scare you away. if only you knew that the reason he was all messed up was because of you.

“it's partially your fault, y'know.” cerulean eyes blink at you sheepishly before being replaced by a newfound mischievous look.

he doesn’t miss the way your anger shifts into confusion.

"excuse me?"

satoru continues, “if it weren't for you appearing in my dream i wouldn't have been distracted by that incomplete domain.” he points to the bandage cut just below his right eye.

“dreaming of me now, gojo?" you raise an eyebrow. the uncomfortable heat that was starting to rise onto your face at the new revelation that gojo dreams about you is ignored.

satoru looks away, "can you really blame a guy?"

you huff, ignoring his comment, “i think yaga has a first aid kit somewhere in the closet.” you make your way to check out the forgotten door in the back of the classroom. 

the cool sterility of medical supplies contrasts with the charged atmosphere left behind in the classroom.

when you do come back with the kit, your heart races, praying he won't notice the hitch in your breath as your fingers delicately tend to the nearly healed scratch beneath his cheek. satoru's ability to evoke strange emotions within you is undeniable.

silence envelops the classroom, broken only by satoru's deep breaths. you're so close that you can almost feel the warm gusts of air from his breath on your face.

"your body healed remarkably fast. i'm not surprised," you softly observe, your focus on the task at hand. satoru smiles, his eyes fixed on your concentrated features.

"yeah? well, i have an excellent nurse," he remarks, tapping the freshly placed bandaid on his cheek. "though it seems she missed one of my injuries."

you furrow your eyebrows. satoru points to his expectant lips, a playful pout on his face.

"no," you plainly state.

"aw, c'mon. kiss it better? i almost died today," he pleads, his eyes silently begging. you shake your head, unaware that it was your fault he nearly lost his head during the mission.

"you really want a kiss?" you repeat, catching on to his persistent request.

he nods fervently, his excitement palpable. was that even a question

you think he was pretty insane– requesting kisses from a fellow peer.

“satoru..” you murmur, leaning closer to him. his eyes were twinkling with excitement. the two of you were all alone, left with nothing but each other. this scene was all too familiar. 

the sides of his lips quirk up into a smirk while he watches your eyes travel all around his face. satoru has been fantasizing about this moment since the moment he laid eyes on you.

“[name],” he says, his voice softer than ever, a privilege reserved for those closest to him—especially you.

just a few more inches and your lips will meet… just a few…

slap!

satoru blinks in shock while you giggle at his confusion. he attempts to ask what just happened, but his mouth is sealed. his hand rises to find a bandaid now on his lips.

“you’re cuter when you shut up.”

 you seal your words with a soft kiss placed on his bandaged mouth.

...

gojo satoru explodes, his voice muffled by an adhesive barrier.

“m.rrry.. m.. mph..mph!”

extra: 

all conflicts were resolved by evening when you had strategically set up a mario kart tournament.

right after you (indirectly) kissed gojo, you fled the scene, leaving a flustered satoru all hot and bothered. you ended up screaming into your pillow.. the same pillow that satoru was laying on not too long ago.

[maraariana01]

SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS!!!!! SPRING DAD FANDRAGON !!!!!!

LOOK AT HIM LOOOOKKK RAAAHHHH

together at last,,,,

[yuutx]

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roommate! scaramouche x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ modern au / roommate au ﾉ male masturbation ﾉ clit play ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ oral sex (f receiving) ﾉ nipple play / tit play ﾉ biting ﾉ teasing ﾉ size kink ﾉ mdom + fsub ﾉ not proofread ! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

thirst was requested ! so sorry i didn't get this out sooner ! tumblr also ended up deleting your thirst from my inbox ! i hope you enjoy reading thissss ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

The headboard slammed against the wall, creating a loud, repetitive bang. The bed was creaking, the springs crying out as the mattress dipped and shifted beneath his body. His head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. A loud, breathless groan left his lips, his face flushed a pretty red. His hair was plastered to his forehead, beads of sweat rolling down his neck, his skin glistening. His chest heaved, the rapid rise and fall of his chest mesmerizing, and you were unable to tear your eyes away. It was like you were in a trance, his noises, the way he looked, the way he writhed and squirmed was captivating, and you couldn't help but watch him with an expression of pure awe. The scene before you was better than anything you could have ever imagined.

The crack in the door was ajar, just wide enough for you to peer through. You had heard a strange noise, a thump, something hitting the floor. It had woken you up, the noise sounding suspicious, and you had crept down the hallway, towards the closed bedroom door. You had been planning on checking in on him, to make sure that nothing was wrong, that everything was alright. But the sight before you was enough to have your heart pounding, a rush of heat flooding to the pit of your stomach. You knew you should leave, should give him privacy, but you couldn't tear your eyes away, the urge to watch him too strong. He practically radiated sex, his moans breathless and erotic, his voice a deep rumble, a husky, desperate sound. "Y/N..Oh, fuck.." he groaned, his back arching off the bed, the sheets tangled around his legs, the muscles of his abdomen rippling. Your mouth went dry, the sight absolutely delectable, and your eyes widened. You hadn't expected him to say your name. You were tempted to reveal yourself, to crawl into bed with him, but something kept you rooted in place.

His hand moved rapidly, the muscles of his arms flexing, the tendons standing out as he stroked himself, his fingers wrapping tightly around his length. His free hand groped at his chest, his hips rocking as he thrust upwards, his movements becoming erratic. "Fuck, Y/N.." he moaned, the sound sending a shock of arousal down your spine. "I want you.. I want you s' fucking bad.. You have no idea.." His words sent a wave of heat through you, the sound of his voice enough to make you dizzy. He sounded so good, so desperate, his voice cracking as his chest heaved, the air leaving his lungs in short, rapid bursts.

He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as his breathing hitched. "I wanna fuck you.. So fucking badly.." he gasped, his eyes rolling back. His hips bucked, his thighs trembling as he fucked his hand, his grip tightening around himself. He bit down on his bottom lip, his brow furrowing as a strained noise left his throat. "S-Shit.." he hissed, his hand slowing down, the movements becoming more drawn out, the pleasure dragging. "I want you to ride my cock.." he breathed, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "I-I want you to bounce on my dick, fuck yourself on me.. I want to feel you around me.." he gasped, his head tossing back, a low groan escaping his throat. "Fuck, Y/N.. You don't even know how badly I need you.. Oh, fuck.. I-I need to cum, baby.."

The sight was almost enough to have you coming undone right there, a whine catching in the back of your throat. You were dripping wet, your arousal soaking through your underwear, the needy throb between your legs growing unbearable. You shifted slightly, your legs pressed together, trying to gain some relief, any relief. But it only served to further the ache, and you bit back a whimper. His words made your head spin, the desperation in his tone making you weak in the knees. "S-Scara.." you gasped, the name slipping out before you could stop yourself.

Scaramouche stilled, his eyes flying open. His gaze shot towards the door, a look of alarm flashing across his features. You shrunk back, ducking away, praying he wouldn't see you. But the door creaked open, the hinges squealing as the door was shoved aside, and you were forced to stumble forward. "Shit.." you swore, falling into the room. Your cheeks burned, a wave of heat rushing over you, embarrassment making your head spin. You tried to back away, tried to make an escape, but Scaramouche was already on his feet, his hand gripping your arm.

"Enjoying the show?" he smirked, his voice laced with amusement. He yanked you towards him, his hands finding your waist. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, and he pulled you flush against him, a small gasp leaving your lips. You could feel his length against you, hot and heavy, and you shuddered, a soft noise leaving your lips. He grinned, his eyes glittering. "I didn't think you'd be so perverted, Y/N." he purred, his words sending a jolt of electricity through you. His grip tightened, his hold becoming bruising, and you let out a small whimper, your eyelids fluttering.

"I- I didn't mean to! I heard a noise, I- I thought-" you stammered, the words spilling out of your mouth. Scaramouche merely grinned, his gaze darkening. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. He nibbled on your earlobe, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin. You gasped, a shaky moan leaving your lips. "i t-thought you were hurt." you managed to stutter out, your words trailing off into a low whine. You could feel his hardness against your leg, and you shivered, a jolt of heat shooting through you. His lips trailed down your jaw, his mouth brushing against the delicate skin. "Well, I am in pain.." he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk. "You see, there's a very gorgeous girl who won't stop teasing me.." he purred, his hand cupping your cheek. "And now she's in my room.. And I'm so desperate for her.. I can't stand it." he continued, his fingers tilting your chin, forcing you to look at him. "What are we gonna do about that, hm?"

His gaze burned into yours, the look in his eyes making your heart pound. His stare was intense, hungry, dangerous, and you felt your breath catch. You didn't know what to say, how to respond, and the words died on your lips. You wanted him, you wanted him more than anything, and your body trembled, your desire for him overriding your embarrassment. "Y..you could.. Um.." you stammered, your words trailing off, uncertainty clouding your mind. You were suddenly unsure, self-conscious, your shyness getting the better of you. You didn't know how to ask him, how to put it into words, and the nervousness made your stomach twist. Scaramouche raised an eyebrow, an amused expression flashing across his features. "Could what?" he pressed, his fingers stroking your cheek. His touch was gentle, affectionate, and you felt yourself relaxing, your body leaning into his. You swallowed hard, your gaze drifting towards his chest. You were suddenly very aware of the fact that he was naked, and you felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks. You glanced away, unable to look him in the eye, and he chuckled. "Cat got your tongue?" he teased, his lips quirking up. "Tell me what you want. I promise I won't bite."

"I.. um.. You could.." you faltered. "You..could..f-fuck me?" you managed to choke out, your voice barely a whisper. You didn't know how else to phrase it, and although the words sounded crude, vulgar, your voice was small and hesitant. Your eyes flicked up to his, gauging his reaction. His eyes darkened, a predatory gleam appearing in his gaze. He grinned, his fingers caressing your cheek, and he leaned in close, his mouth pressing against your ear. His voice was husky, a low growl, his words sending a rush of heat down your spine. "I was hoping you'd say that." he purred.

Your breath hitched, and he captured your lips in a searing kiss. You let out a small gasp, your body arching against his, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, his hands roaming over your body. He cupped your breasts through your shirt, erect nipples poking against the thin material. You whimpered, a low moan leaving your lips, and his fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt, his hands pushing it up. His fingers danced across your stomach, his hands moving upwards, the fabric of your top riding up. He broke the kiss, pulling back slightly, his eyes raking over your body. "Fuck.." he breathed, his gaze sweeping over you. "You're so fucking beautiful.." he murmured, his eyes darkening. He pulled your shirt over your head, discarding it to the floor. His hands roamed over your body, his touch sending a rush of heat through you. You gasped, a moan escaping your lips as he palmed your breast, his fingers tweaking a sensitive nipple. "So perfect.." he hummed, his mouth finding your neck. He sucked on the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing over the area, marking the skin with little bites. His fingers trailed downwards, his hands hooking around the waistband of your shorts. He tugged them down, the fabric pooling around your ankles, and he pushed you back onto the bed.

You fell back onto the mattress, your head hitting the pillows. Your hair fanned out beneath you, the strands tousled and messy, and he stared down at you, his gaze roving over your figure. "So fucking pretty.." he breathed, his hands moving to his member. He stroked himself slowly, his fingers wrapping around his length, a low groan escaping his lips. You bit back a whine, the sight making your core clench, and you squirmed, a dull throb growing between your legs. He pumped himself slowly, his fist moving up and down his shaft, his movements measured, controlled. "You want me?" he asked, his voice low.

"I want you.." you breathed, a warm buzz tingling through your body, making your head spin. He grinned, his hand coming down to rest on your thigh. He gripped your leg, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and he pushed it back, exposing you to him. Your cheeks flushed, the cool air hitting your slick center, and you whimpered, a shiver running down your spine. You were sopping wet, arousal coating your inner thighs, and he grinned, licking a fat stripe up the slit of your core. "Awh, this all for me? How sweet." he hummed, his eyes glinting. He pressed his face against your sex, his tongue parting the swollen lips. You gasped, a shudder wracking your frame as he licked up the length of your cunt. His cock strained against the bed sheets, leaking precum onto the comforter, and he groaned, his tongue delving into your hole and exploring the velvet heat. His hands held you in place, his fingers gripping your thighs as he ate you out, his tongue darting out to taste every inch of your core. His mouth closed around your clit, suckling on the bud, and you cried out, a loud moan leaving your lips. "O-Oh..!" you squealed, the sudden rush of pleasure sending a wave of heat through your veins. He pulled back, his tongue flicking out, teasing the sensitive nub. "You like that?" he smirked, his eyes darkening. He licked at your center, the flat of his tongue stroking your aching cunt. You let out a whine, the noises spilling from your lips making his dick twitch. "Bet you'll love my cock even more." he laughed, his hands gripping your hips.

He flipped you over, pulling your hips up and positioning you on all fours. Your arms buckled, your upper body sinking down, your face pressed into the pillows. Your ass was on display, your sex glistening, the sight making his length throb. He positioned himself behind you, his hand reaching down to grip the base of his cock. He lined himself up with your entrance, his tip brushing against your slit, the anticipation making your head spin. The head of his member nudged at your core, and he slowly began to slide in, the thick length stretching you open. Your mouth dropped open, a moan falling from your lips, the sound muffled by the pillow. His length was hot, searing, and you could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge. It was like your body was made for him, your walls molding around him, accommodating him perfectly. "Mmmh.. yes.." he groaned, his hips meeting the swell of your ass. He bottomed out, his tip kissing the entrance to your cervix, the stretch making your eyes roll back. He gave you a moment to adjust, his hands finding your hips. He rubbed soothing circles into the skin, his thumbs pressing into the flesh. "You're squeezing me so tight.. such a slutty cunt.." his hips rolled as he spoke, drawing back slightly before thrusting forward, pumping your gummy pussy full of his cock. He pulled out until just the tip remained, the head catching on your rim, before snapping his hips, burying himself deep inside of you.

His member speared into you, his thickness spreading you wide open, a string of screams and moans falling from your lips. He started a brutal pace, his length pistoning in and out of your needy cunt. "Ah! Ahn.. Aah..s' much..!" you wailed, your face buried into the pillows. The noises were drawn out, your words slurred and garbled. The feeling of him splitting you open, stuffing you full of his length, was unlike anything you'd ever experienced, and you were unable to control yourself. "Mm, You loved teasing me, didnt you? Is this what you wanted all along? For me to break and fuck you just like this?" he panted, his hand coming down to grip your hair. He yanked your head back, forcing you to arch your spine, your body contorting to accommodate his demands. His free hand reached around, his fingers rubbing slow circles into your clit. "Yes! Yes, s' what I wanted!" you sobbed, a wave of pleasure washing over you. His fingers moved in a tight circle, the pressure making you cry out. "Please, please, please! Don't stop..!" you gasped, your walls clenching around his length. Your walls fluttered around him, the pressure mounting, and he groaned, his cock twitching.

"That's it.." he breathed, his hips stuttering. His movements were erratic, his thrusts becoming messy and uneven, the pleasure clouding his mind. "Scream for me.." he hissed, his nails digging into your hip. You were teetering on the edge, the knot in your stomach tightening, your orgasm fast approaching. "Let me hear you.." his voice came out in breathless grunts, his words punctuated by a particularly hard thrust, his fingers escaping your clit and gripping the front of your throat. His hand wrapped around the column of your neck, applying the slightest bit of pressure, and that was all it took. You came undone, a loud cry tearing from your lips, the noise ending in a choked whimper as he squeezed your throat. You screamed, his name leaving your mouth over and over again, a mantra of moans and pleads and whimpers. Your eyes rolled back, white stars bursting across your vision, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. "Cummmingg!! Mmhh, fffu-u-uu-uhh..S-sca-ra!! Ahn.." you moaned, the pleasure so intense that you couldn't think, couldn't form a coherent sentence. Your words trailed off, the sounds turning into incoherent babbles and gibberish. You trembled, your legs shaking, the strength seeping out of your body as you rode out your high. You squeezed around him, the walls of your cunt pulling him in deeper, milking him for everything he had. He let out a grunt, expletives tumbling from his mouth. "F-Fuck.." he hissed, his cock twitching. "Oh, fuck, fuck.. I'm gonna.. I'm cumming.." he groaned, his grip tightening around your neck. "Gonna- Fill.. you up-! Fuck- fuck, feel my cum.. fill up that tight little cunt." he moaned, his hips stuttering, his cock jerking inside of you. You felt his load shooting into you, hot and thick, and you sobbed, the feeling pushing you into another orgasm. You could feel him filling you up, the sensation making you lightheaded, your mind going fuzzy. You could feel his cum dripping out of you, sliding down the inside of your thighs, and the feeling only served to make you clench harder. Your eyes fluttered shut, your body going limp as you came down from your high, the saliva running down your chin soaking into the pillow.

You panted, gasping for breath, the room spinning. Scaramouche pulled out, his hand trailing down to your dripping center. His fingers dipped into the mess, the digits scooping up the excess, before spreading the substance across your swollen cunt.

"Y/N, Y/N.." he tutted, his tone patronizing. "Look what a mess you made." he cooed, his voice mocking. "My poor princess, all fucked out at drooling on the bed." He chuckled, a sadistic grin twisting his lips. "You should've known i couldn't have let you get away with teasing me like that.." he hummed, his voice dangerously low. "We're going to have a lot of fun tonight, baby."